The Painter of Dreams
I felt myself drifting off to sleep
When my head snapped up and I realized I was asleep yet awake
Everywhere I looked there were paintings in the sky
I reached up to the one labeled love
Grasped it to my chest and felt so much love I cried.
I reached into the sky again and grabbed pleasure
Holding it next to my heart I started to feel intense pleasure
I was into it totally now and had to grab another
I reached up and grabbed hope
It trembled in my hands
Quivered like a feather in a breeze
Touched me so deeply for I knew that hope was something
Mankind did not understand or even believe in anymore
I gently place it back into the painted sky
One more I had to touch
Standing on tiptoe I reached up and grabbed
Knowledge wanting to know everything
I was knocked to my knees
Did not know the power of knowledge
Did not know that every secret
In the world was in that word
It would not let me put it back
It continued and continued to fill my senses, my brain, my heart.
When I could stand no more it flew out of my hands and took its place back in the painted sky
When I was able to stand again I shook and trembled and knew I had gone to a place where we
Are not allowed to go, too much for our minds to understand
When I finally stood I was awake
Standing in my bedroom holding my
Face in my hands crying sobs at what I had seen in
the Painter of Dreams landscape
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